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Do you feel a year older? Surprised at my own reaction I actually feel older, exactly a year older I'm freer in the sense that the chip on my shoulder is light enough now that I can call it a boulder I keep my back strong I weigh it down with the times that I used to hold her Time like the flames that turned to smolder A pile, just a number of molecules in specific orders They're the tools that created order A thought process that made me feel older That made me feel older, but who delivered the order? After I blew out the candle right before my eyes the number changed Who said the words, who gave the decree, who said that I could be older? Why should I be so blessed to be older?
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
Birthday
Do you feel a year older? Surprised at my own reaction I actually feel older, exactly a year older I'm freer in the sense that the chip on my shoulder is light enough now that I can call it a boulder I keep my back strong I weigh it down with the times that I used to hold her Time like the flames that turned to smolder A pile, just a number of molecules in specific orders They're the tools that created order A thought process that made me feel older That made me feel older, but who delivered the order? After I blew out the candle right before my eyes the number changed Who said the words, who gave the decree, who said that I could be older? Why should I be so blessed to be older?
A poem about thoughts during my birthday
Itwaspat
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
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